I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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“He (Moses) longed for more than “visitation”; his soul longed for “habitation”. (Tommy Tenney)
Let us rejoice that WE have what Moses was longing for—the habitation of the spirit of God as promised by Jesus in John 14:16 and 16:7—the Comforter, the Holy Spirit! We cannot let ourselves be misled into thinking we have an option of letting the Holy Spirit “visit” us on our whim or invitation. If we do so, we will identify with David’s anguish as he cries out in the 51st Psalm, “Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me” (v. 11). What misery to have once looked God look “in the face” and know we have built a “sin wall” between us!
That was the plight of Adam when he found that God knew he had sinned; he was ashamed and hid from the presence of God. Richard Alleine expresses that feeling in this way, “He who knows what it is to enjoy God will dread His loss; he who has seen His face will fear to see His back.”
A loss of God’s companionship would leave one as a “dead man walking.” So, what is the antidote to feeling like “a dead man walking? God’s promise in Jer. 5:4,6 –
“Seek ye me, and ye shall live:”
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?
MARK “YES” OR “NO.’
______ YES ______NO
Now does that stir up memories? Lots of those notes in childhood days. I see some similar to this from my great granddaughters. I’m sure I never had courage to be so bold!
I’m at the library again. Use a bit of time to say hello. Thanks to any new folks who might be following. I’m hopeful you will be with me when I get back to some reading and writing again.
The eyes are healing but I am told to expect three more weeks before I can get a prescription which I must have for close up. I have this screen high enough to fill the screen and stuff is still blurry. Little reading, writing, or coloring!
I can use kindle, so I am reading a book “Her Daughter’s Dream” by Francine Rivers. Just finished “Her Mother’s Hope” the first of a two part story of generational “Mother/Daughter” relationships. Very good books.
If my computer were working properly, I could enlarge font there and get by. But it has been crazy since Window’s update about three weeks ago. It does crazy things. One is that I cannot scroll with any zoom on. If I do zoom, I have to go out to go back into what I am reading to get back to regular size. I made some calls, this morning. I think I will take it to Best Buy tomorrow. Hope they can fix it.
Thankful for new eye improvement. Will help a lot when everything stabilizes. And I am thankful that my computer problem looks more optimistic today.
I have to go to the blood clinic tomorrow, then go to eye doc on Wednesday, then I sit back and wait. I can come back here Thursday; perhaps I will have something brilliant for you that day. 😀 Now how do I close? Will this do?
ROSES ARE RED – VIOLETS ARE BLUE – I LIKE YOU – DO YOU LIKE ME, TOO? 😀
HAPPY VALENTINE”S DAY!
Total: Two Dollars
Blushing, she admitted she
was shy thirty cents.
A little fun with Ronovan with my report today. Right eye to be worked on today. That’s good. Left one is doing very well. But since I can not get a prescription for a couple of weeks, I will probably not be able to do much close up kinds of things. Good for machines that increase font size. Computer did come back on but it is iffy; I’m working on it now so maybe it is going to be good. I’ll be back!
I’ve finally figured out about the game of football, and I don’t think the Philadelphia Eagles were very fair. They kept taking the ball and keeping it most of the time; someone should teach them to share. No wonder the New England Patriots didn’t win!
How is this for political disarray? Isaiah 3:4-5 “I will make boys their officials; mere children will govern them. People will oppress each other – man against man, neighbor against neighbor. The young will rise up against the old, the base against the honorable.” I am well aware that God used “youth” in mighty ways—David, Samuel, Josiah and others. But I am thinking now of seeing how politically ignorant, especially those on college campuses, many are. I’m sure you have seen the kind of surveys I am talking about.
As a student I liked pretests. It let me know where I needed to concentrate my thoughts and learn what I was missing – and show off what I already knew. 😀
As a teacher I found that most students hated pretests. They come into class with a “I don’t need this” attitude. I think this was mostly true in college remediation classes. One of the first things needed for teaching and learning is to know what needs to be taught.
Where are young people who acknowledge that they “still have space in their heads” for learning and who eagerly want to fill that space? Well they are not rioting, protesting, marching, demanding. Chances are pretty good they are somewhere learning something.
I know some will yell about how legal and right it is to protest and march – how admirable to take a stand. But I maintain those who are doing that should know what the issue is and what might be the results of their receiving their demands. So they want socialism – let them learn what socialism is and what the results are before they make that demand. So they want abortion? Let them listen to some women who have lived that story. So they want gender “freedoms”? Then consider the “fruit” of that outcome. They make charges against law enforcement because of certain criminal incidents that can be laid against police? Let us live without police protection!
I had a conversation with one of my granddaughters when she was about nine years old. She was expressing her opinion of the “nakedness” and “behavior”of some teen-agers. I told her to go write a letter to herself for when she became a teen-ager.
And remembering another time when I was walking in Walmart with my young grandson, who beholding the weird teens walking toward us said, “Yuck, teenagers!”
Sometimes children have such good sense! What happens to them? Schools, culture, technology, churches, and decaying families is what happens to them!
PLEEEZ, I’D RATHER DO IT MYSELF! The story is told of a scout master who waited impatiently while the boy scout helped an old woman cross the street.
Scout Master: “Why were you gone so long?”
Scout: “Because she didn’t want to go.”
I know how the old woman felt!
I have pretty near lost some very good male friends because of my determined independence in getting into and out of the van or bus. I readily recall when I decided I could do it myself—if the door is secure and, especially if I have a support to pull up on. I wondered about the wisdom of that decision on the day I fell out of the van door and knocked my kind friend down on the ground and landed on top of him! One time my determined independence resulted in my faltering steps across the lot and a fall that landed me in the bushes. But I still say, Pleeez, I’d rather do it myself!
Now I am perfectly capable of pushing the UP button for the elevator, watching for the UP light, pushing the button that is marked #4 for the floor which is above me. I am NOT prepared to hear a Female Voice say, “Going up,” Well, indeed! I came to that conclusion all by myself. I don’t need some digital intruder to tell me that. And when we get to floor four and the light goes off, the bell dings, the door opens, I see a numeral 4 on the wall, my mind just jumps to the conclusion that I am on the fourth floor without the Voice telling me. I’m still capable of mental gymnastics, Pleeez, you can trust me on that!
Now for the ultimate putdown! In the “ladies’ room” all by myself, I have had plenty of practice, perhaps a quarter million times or so, (even deducting years going to the outhouse) to turn around and flush that toilet. With a mighty gush and noise, the “robot” flushes it. Pleeez, quit making me feel like I have mistakenly stooped down at the edge of Old Faithful! Pleeez!
I’m affected by a prodigal; William Newell, born in the 1800’s. He was a prodigal son whose father finally imposed on R. A. Torrey to allow William to enroll at Moody Bible Institute. Dr. Torrey pointed out that MBI was a school not a reformatory, but, after laying out some rigid restrictions he took William as a project and did finally see great gains in the young man’s life.
William decided to put his testimony in poem form which was immediately set to music; that is the form in which it reached me. After listening three times through it on You Tube, my heart is stirred by the Holy Spirit, who directed the writing of “At Calvary” about 120 years ago—a song whose words echo pathos and victory through the years. “Mercy there was great, and grace was free; pardon there was multiplied to me. There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary.” A wonderful story of God’s promise to “work all things together for good,” I wonder if William and his father have been able to rejoice in this victory of a father who endured much and did not give up in obtaining help for his prodigal. In Heaven do they remember? I don’t know; I know they no longer feel the pain, but perhaps they rejoice in the victory.
Sometime ago I stopped by an assisted living place and met a lady who invited me in for a chat. Her husband was gone at the time – gone to the jail to see about their beloved grandson who was walking the way of the prodigal. Wish I had had this story to tell her.
I am thinking of another dear friend whose heart has been broken by a son who was in prison, was released, was imprisoned again, released, and the last I know he was in prison again.
Prayer: God, comfort the weary mothers and fathers who have to bear this burden. Give them assurance that you are faithful. You haven’t turned a deaf ear to their prayers. Be the “hound of heaven” to them, I pray.
“I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.”
― Francis G. Thompson,
VICTORY OVER EVIL
In the time before time,
He was God,
As He still is in time,
and will be when
Time comes after time.
In the time before time,
He spoke the earth into existence
“That’s Good” –
As it is not in time
But it will be when
Time comes after time.
In the time before time, Evil began
as it is in time
But it will be no longer when
Time comes after time.
For evil workers will be bound when
Time comes after time.
Jesus, the Victor,
The Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.
Time before time,
Time after time.
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Fun with Michelle January 31st prompt “time before time”
There was an old lady from Oklahoma
Who feels like she’s been in a coma;
With strain on her eyes,
She just sits and cries
And pines for her “sweet aroma.”
Aww, for those good old blogging days again.
So many ideas, I didn’t know where to begin.
Now so worried that I will lose my last friend
If I don’t get to reading again!
Ah, Friends, it’s getting bad
And I am really feeling sad
That all my fun has been had
Wonder if I’ll ever again be glad!
HI, EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m really doing quite well. I began seeing pretty well yesterday. Of course my prescription has to be changed and I can’t do that until after the other eye is worked on so I anticipate a slow down on reading for another month. I don’t need to read much to write, so maybe I’ll get back to some posting soon.
You all be blessed with much sweet aroma today. The Bible says to taste and see that he is good. Don’t you just smell that sweet food bidding you come and eat.